Lenovo is a distant orchid.
I smell the fragrance coming from 2000 years ago.
I went to Shan Ye to pick absinthe.
Then hang her diagonally on the door.
Quzi, I am on the path of piety.
Worship you
I use paper boats instead of dragon boats.
You can hear the oars.
Into the Miluo River, into the water system of China.
Also entered my heart.
I hold zongzi in my hand and listen to your sigh.
At the same time, I heard you hitting the water with your own body.
No one can deprive you of your interpretation and thoughts on life.
I threw zongzi into the air and sprinkled it into the water.
This is the only way I can get your soul back.
I am standing on the shore of Xiaoxiang, trudging in your footsteps.
Clouds and rain from Chutian in the sky soaked my thoughts.
I saw you in the drizzle.
Yilian is inlaid with benefits, I am crowned with wealth, and my gown is fluttering.
Is slowly coming towards me.
Independent, as thin as the wind.
I see your frowning brows.
I also saw your desperate eyes.
You praise oranges and ask questions pointing to the sky.
Cry when you see the wind, and feel sad when it rains.
In fact, you are just a sad child.
Or a sentimental spoony woman?
Talk to your mother or lover.
Listen to you, only the flowing water of Miluo River.
I am two thousand years later.
Dragon Boat Festival is just a folk festival.
The whole May 5th is a memorial to you.
You Whelan are just a symbol.
The fragrance wafted in waves.
Romance has become a plant called poetry and Chu Ci.
Deeply rooted in colorful land
Generation after generation, endless.
Article 4 Qu Yuan, as a poet, is determined to put his body
Turn into a desperate stone and throw it into the river.
Hit the muddy age with severe rickets.
The splash behind him
Destined to be fixed by time, it will last for thousands of generations.
Patriotic poet.
Be cornered by your own country step by step.
If you have no right to walk, you become a fish.
Escape from the narrow river bed
Solo all the way and swim to the ideal sea of freedom
The first person to make zongzi
He must also be a poet with great wisdom.
He hid his extreme indignation and regret in his heart.
A seemingly soft and angular food.
Let all people with conscience pass it on from generation to generation.
The corner dipped in sugar is just an era.
The most acute part of the contradiction
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